Master and I looked at each other.

I can't say that this boy is impolite, but it feels a little weird.

Daxing Dawu smiled bitterly, and whispered to us: "The most talented young people in this village are all practicing with Dawu, except after practicing, they don't understand human feelings, and they are inevitably arrogant. That's how I came back then. ”

Did Hadron also go to that cave? It's okay to stay in it every day in fear, the most important thing is that you can only face the blue sky and the white sun all day, and the loneliness of the vast mountain range, but is the temper of the strong son really related to the phantom of the Han Zhu?

Master and I were silent at the same time, after all, it was someone else's village, and we just followed Daxing Dawu and silently walked up the stairs of this stilted building.

At this moment, it is already afternoon under the cliff, and the mountains in the distance are inexplicably foggy and confused, just like I have come all the way to today, but I can't see through my future more and more.

In silence, we walked up to the long corridor of the stilted building, and when the boy entered the house, the door was not closed, but as soon as he entered, there was a windowless hall, and in the dim hall was enshrined a strange totemic portrait, except for two futons in front of the totem portrait, there was nothing else.

Then there were two doors on the left and one on the right at the back of the hall, and as soon as Daxing Dawu walked in, he bowed respectfully to the portrait of the totem.

As Taoists, Master and I are obviously inappropriate to worship such a totem, but we can't mess around, so we can only wait quietly, and in the midst of boredom, I really want to see what this totem portrait is? Is it some powerful monster in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas"? However, the room was dimly lit, and Daxing Dawu quickly finished his visit and turned around and led us into the door on the left.

In the end, I didn't see exactly what the totem portrait was.

When I entered the room, there was finally a little light, and the first thing I saw was the most powerful witch in the village, the twenty-first generation witch, the Budden Witch.

He was a thin old man, with a sickly yellow skin, and wore the typical robe of a great witch, but some of the washed ones were dark, and his gray hair was tied into a small braid on the top of his head, and there was no hair on either side of his head.

He doesn't have a beard, but his eyebrows are very long, and he has a feeling that he can't see the flowers in the fog, but he can faintly feel that he is extraordinary.

It's just extraordinary, there is no sharpness, and there is no feeling that people feel very powerful and difficult to provoke.

The only thing that makes people feel a little powerful is that although the complex bone chain he carries on his body is very quaint, it gives people a cold light feeling that it is the fangs in the mouth of a fierce beast.

After we came in, Daxing Dawu first put the strong son on the ground, and then respectfully bowed to Buden Dawu and then retreated to the side, while Master and I used Taoist etiquette to greet Buden Dawu and silently retreated to the side.

Budden closed his eyes and didn't react, so I stood next to the master and quietly surveyed the room.

The furnishings of this room are simple and simple, that is, there is not even a bed except for a futon, and the Witch of Buden sits on the only futon in this room.

But the furnishings of this room are complicated, because the room is full of bottles and cans, and I have a feeling of sudden familiarity.

I don't dare to think too much about Ruxue, even if I'm not afraid of the pain of the soul, I'm also afraid of losing my temper in the room of the Great Witch of Buden, I was quickly attracted by the 'difference' of these bottles and cans, because the bottles and cans of Ruxue should be filled with things related to Gu, there may be Gu worms, and all kinds of Gu medicines and the like.

But the bottles and jars in this big witch's room reveal a different feeling, I feel a void, but there is a different sense of life.

And the only thing that can give me that feeling this way is only one, and that is - the spirit! Could it be that these bottles and jars are filled with spirits? I tilted my head, trying to feel it carefully, but found that the clay jar I was focusing on seemed to feel my 'attention', and there was a rebound emotion in it, which made me dare not pay attention immediately.

It's not that I'm afraid of the spirits in the jar, but I think it's a bit rude to 'peep' in the room of the Great Witch of Buden.

In this way, I can only move my eyes to the window of the room, outside the small window is a blue sky with some faint clouds drifting by, the blue sky stretches in the distance is a piece of distant mountains, and the close view is the swaying branches of the big tree, such a window scene, there is a kind of tranquility, long and vicissitudes of life, all of a sudden makes people feel leisurely, but quiet.

Just as I was admiring the view from the window, Butden opened his eyes at once.

He didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, he just opened his eyes silently, but let the whole room notice this change, what kind of aura is this? Will it have such an impact on people?

However, what I saw was a pair of calm and deep eyes, not the kind of profundity with excellent mental power, but the kind of eyes that were really calm, unusually precipitated, but full of the depth formed by many, many things.

In addition, I had a strange feeling that there was another pair of eyes looking at me under these calm and deep eyes.

The more I looked, the more I couldn't take my eyes off, although I knew that it was rude, but I was attracted by such a pair of eyes, and I wanted to understand, what was still looking at me?

"It's rude, I realized it for a while just now, so I studied for a while." But the witch didn't seem to give me such a chance, and suddenly he gave me a meaningful look, and continued to say this to me and the master in a calm and polite tone.

"I didn't dare, and I didn't have to wait long." In the face of such a character, the master also put away his usual bohemianism and became polite and steady.

"Sit." Master Buden simply returned the salute to Master and me, and then beckoned us to sit down.

There were no other futons in the room, only the floor that exuded a quaint atmosphere but was in a hurry, and Master and I did not shirk it, so we sat down on this floor, but Daxing Dawu stood respectfully on the side and did not dare to sit down.

Bu Deng glanced at Daxing Dawu and said lightly: "You don't have to be so restrained, sit." ”

As soon as he said this, Daxing Dawu hurriedly sat down, sitting precariously, seeing that he was so uncomfortable, it was better to sit than to stand.

It's just that although I think about it so easily in my heart, in my heart, I inexplicably classify the Budden witch in front of me as an existence of the same level as a person like Sister Jenny, and I don't know why I made such a judgment when I met him for the first time like this.

After everyone sat down, the big witch Buden slowly spoke: "Since it's a guest, you have to entertain it." However, in a hurry, I didn't even prepare a cup of mountain springs, forgive me. ”

How could Master and I care about this? Even when it comes to saying that I don't need to, I can feel that although the Budden Witch is polite in his words, he also has the pride of a master, and I think that the masters are a little weird and temperamental, how can we care about this? I don't know what's going on if I accidentally offend?

"This is your apprentice?" Buten's mind seemed to jump fast, and he was still talking about rudeness just now, but the next moment the topic shifted to me, and he began to ask about my master.

"It's the apprentice." Master also answered directly.

"The spiritual sense is very powerful, but," But, the Great Witch of Buden, frowned slightly, looked at me a few times, and then said, "It shouldn't be a normal spiritual sense growth, but I can't see it clearly." But a good seedling, no matter which vein it is cultivated, such a talent is good. ”

Of course it's not normal, there is a Taoist boy in my soul who will come out at any time and replace him, where can he be normal? It's more powerful than a split personality of hundreds of personalities!

And the master didn't want to talk about my situation directly, but in the end he coped with it: "There are indeed some complicated things in the apprentice, but he is a good seedling, and as a master, I am proud of him." ”

Although it was a kind word, I could feel that there was really a trace of pride in Master's words, he rarely praised me so bluntly in front of outsiders, but such a simple sentence, my heart was warm, Master was proud of me, I felt like my father was proud of me, as a junior, what could be more affirmative than this sentence?

However, Buden didn't care too much, just nodded lightly, 'um', and then his eyes fell on Hadron Son.

This time, unlike him who looked at others lightly, he looked at Hadron for a long time before turning his head and asking Daxing Dawu: "How long have you been in a coma?" ”

The words were still calm, and I didn't even feel any emotion, but I didn't know why, I saw Daxing Dawu sitting next to me suddenly sweating all over his forehead, as if he was under great pressure.

After a long time, I barely managed to squeeze out a few days from between my teeth: "I was in a coma for less than a day." ”